Brandon Boyd
Lead vocalist of the American rock band Incubus.
"Men have a lot less to write about, unless you're somebody like Tom Waits or John Lennon. And the female voice is much more suited to melody. Men have this barky thing-we're domesticated apes with a microphone."
All of us are heaven-sent, and there was never meant to be only one.
"Lyrically speaking, I know that there were a lot of things going on in and around the world and there were some very specific people in my mind coming dangerously close to having megolomaniacal tendancies and so I did my best to write those thoughts down."
Lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel.
The world is a drought when out of love.
"In my opinion, so much of it is really about what you had in mind when you got into it: was it only that you wanted to be a rockstar and see your name in lights? I never really had those kinds of dreams. I knew I loved music and I knew that when I sang in a certain way it made my chest and my whole stomach tickle and I liked it. It still does that same thing to me; I know I’m doing it right when it makes my core tingle a little bit. I get the same feeling when I’m painting a picture or when I get into that almost hypnotic state of writing – those things are incredible and those are the kinds of things that attract me to creativity."
Your love is a verb here in my room.
"We have all the elements of being the worst band in the world: a bass player who’s got some slap-bass shit, heavy riff guitars, a DJ scratching on the songs, a crazy drummer, and a singer who’s in touch with his feminine side. Even our band name is the worst name ever: it evokes imagery of ‘Incubus’ in death-metal writing, with bullet belts across our chests."
You can't make me think like you, mundane.
Bring your mouth and selective irreverence - We'll both see stars.
Life's a match in a gas tank. Don't ever mourn the ebbing tide.
Consequence, you'll see, will be stranger than a gang of drunken mimes.
I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal.
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me.
My secret arsenal is an infinite, ageless ink well. It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice.
The world's a rollercoaster,
And I am not strapped in.
Maybe I should hold with care,
But my hands are busy in the air!
Perspective prys her once-weighty eyes and it gives you wings.
Maybe if I looked in my heart, I could find a back door.
Kudos to those who see through sickness.
Wait, there is a light, there is a fire, illuminated attic. Fate or something better, I could care less,Just stay with me a while